Captive

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"People cry. Not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long." — Unknown.

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Octavia

Demi throws Kalani to the floor beside my feet and I gasp, watching as she trembles and bleeds. Kalani curls herself into a ball and I quickly go to her side, my chains rattling after me. I watch as she bleeds from stab wounds.

"Little fucking bitch," Demi snaps, breathing deeply as I grab onto Kalani's hands. I glare at Demi. "Come between me and Octavia again and I'll make sure that everyone you love will die." She takes out her iPhone. I look back to Kalani and pull her closer to me, and her arms around my neck as cries into my shoulder. I rub her back soothingly while I give Demi a murderous glare.

"Two parents, a best friend who studies at a college near her home, her room has a black carpet with the walls white while bedsheets are black and white, right? That's her room? What a load of crap. Hell, she's not even that pretty, and this is who you like? Pathetic." Demi insults, putting her iPhone back into her pocket.

"Shut the fuck up already! You need to fucking find your chill, alright? Don't fucking insult my friend's family or friends, you know what? Don't even fucking talk about them, if you want to take your anger out on someone then it should be me and not Kalani. She doesn't deserve this bullshit. You psychotic bitch! You honestly need professional help because at this rate, you're gonna kill everyone on the planet! Get the fuck out of here!" I shout, a vein popping up in my neck from anger as I continue to glare at her.

Demi raises her hand and slaps me. My head whips to the side but I refuse to let go of Kalani. Demi then grabs my face and forces me to look at her. "You need to learn how to shut that mouth of yours or else I'll cut out your tongue." she says, anger filling her voice as she glares at me.

"Fucking make me bitch." I say before spitting at her face.

I think I have a death wish.

"That's it!" she yells before taking out a gun and pointing it at my forehead. Her eyes are so dark and so full of anger, that I'm sure she'll pull the trigger right here, but Kalani jumps in front of me.

"She won't talk back to you, just everyone calm down! Don't kill her, please." Kalani begs, stretching her arms out wide as she looks up at Demi, her eyes bloodshot yet pleading. Demi now points the gun at her forehead, and now she looks between us with a clenched jaw.

And because my heart is wild like a beating drum, my bones are made of steel and iron, I feel like I could kill her with my bare hands, if only I was free.

If only I was free.

"She will behave, right Octavia?" Kalani adds, glancing back at me. I nod even though I don't agree because as long as I'm still breathing and still is in this hell hole, I will continue fighting.

"Fine." Demi says, before lowering her gun and she turns away from us. She walks away from us so now that she was standing in front of the door. She then takes out her iPhone again and dials someone's number. She looks at us with a small, sinister smirk playing at her lips. "Samuel, this is La Diabla. I have two whores here that would absolutely love to spend a night with you, come by tonight, I'll throw a little party. Oh, and bring your friends but not too many. I don't know if you've noticed but I'm trying to keep a low profile. That's fine, okay, I'll make sure that these sluts are prepared." She smirks at us as she finishes the phone call and shoves her phone back into her pocket.

"I'll be back later for you two," she says. Then she leaves the room and locks the door behind her.

I can finally breathe again when she leaves. Kalani turns to me and she grabs my face, making me look at her. "What is wrong with you?" she says. I narrow my eyes at her.